The three direct disciples of Taoist ancestors won the holy throne, and the gods did not feel surprised. If even the direct disciples of Taoist ancestors did not get the holy throne, it would be really strange.

By now, their thoughts of getting the holy throne have been extinguished in their hearts.

Now I want to see, among the few remaining registered disciples of Dao Ancestor, which one will lose the eligibility for sanctification.

On the preaching platform, Cheng Hao waved his sleeves, and the three great purple qi submerged into the eyebrows of Styx and Fuxi.

"This thing is a grandiose purple energy, which is great for sanctification. When the time comes, you can use it to become sanctified!"

It is very difficult for people to cultivate to the chaos realm just by the singular cosmic purple energy, but this thing is equivalent to the qualification for sanctification. As long as the opportunity comes in the future, even if it is God’s unwillingness, he must descend to the holy throne to help others become holy.

The three great magnums and purple qi were given out, and Cheng Hao set his sights on Hong Yun, Zhunti, and Jiuying.

"Er and the other three are my named disciples, and they are sitting in the front row again, as they are qualified to be holy!"

When the voice fell, Cheng Hao raised his hand and waved, and three grandeur and purple qi were bestowed. In just a few words, the six saints were distributed by him.

Seeing that the holy throne was allotted out, the gods looked at Hou Tu with compassion.

It's both kowtow and prayer. What's the point of gaining the status of Daozu's famous disciple? Isn't it still not eligible for sanctification?

"teacher......"

Houtu's complexion was a bit ugly, and he looked at the Taoist teacher who was sitting on the high platform pleadingly.

When Cheng Hao saw this, he waved his sleeves, and in a short time, another cosmic purple air flew out and sank into Houtu's eyebrows.

"You... can also be sanctified!"

"Thank you teacher!"

Hou Tu was really weeping with joy. This kind of ups and downs in front of the Holy Throne makes it difficult for anyone to keep calm.

"Teacher, I hope that the teacher will have pity, and grant me the holy position!"

In the past, there were some gods who had pity on the earth before, but when they saw it, they had no time to pity others anymore. Instead, they knelt down quickly, praying together, praying for Dao Ancestor's grace, and then granting a few holy places.

"The holy place is gone, please come back!" Cheng Hao shook his head and issued an order to leave.

"Teacher is merciful, have mercy on us!"

"Yes, teacher! You said before that there are only six holy thrones, but you just gave out seven holy thrones. There must be extra holy thrones for you?"

"Teacher, you have pity for me to wait for hundreds of millions of years of hardship, and give us another chance!"

...

Looking at the crying gods, Cheng Hao slowly shook his head.

"There are indeed only six saints under my door, which have been given to Styx, Zhunti and others."

"As for Houtu, her holy position is not bestowed by this seat, but the heavenly saint!"

Heavenly saint?

The gods raised their heads in a little astonishment when they heard the words, and did not respond for a while, this saint, there is still Tianding?

"In the days after Houtu, there will be a great merit that will be beneficial to the prehistoric people. This merit is enough to make her holy with merit. Her holy position does not need to be bestowed by this seat!"

"That's the case, thank you teacher for clearing up your doubts. Teacher is kind. Please tell me, besides Hou Tu, is there anyone who has the qualifications of heavenly saint?"

Originally, the gods thought that there was no chance, but now that there is still a saint of heaven said, their hearts have a fluke mentality again.

What if the so-called heavenly saint, there is also me?

"Have!"

This time, facing the expectant gaze of the gods, Cheng Hao gave the exact answer straightforwardly.

When the words fell, Cheng Hao focused his eyes on the last row, the inconspicuous middle-aged man sitting in the last position.

This person is dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a blue bamboo stick pinned around his waist, and looks very ordinary. Among the thousands of innate gods, there is nothing special at all.

"How do you call the little friend?" Cheng Hao asked with a smile looking at the man who looked a little at a loss under his gaze.

"Teacher...disciple...the disciple's name is Zhou Qing!" The middle-aged man stood up nervously, even speaking nervously and uncomfortably.

"Zhou Qing?" Cheng Hao smiled and nodded, and added a compliment by the way, "Good name!"

After nodding to signal Zhou Qing to sit down, Cheng Hao waved his sleeves. The gate of Haotian Palace that was originally closed opened suddenly. In an instant, chaotic mist filled the Haotian Palace, making the Haotian Palace covered with a light gray veil. .

"This preaching is over. Three thousand years later, we will preach again. Anyone who is predestined can come!"

This time, Cheng Hao directly issued the eviction order, and regardless of whether the gods would like it or not, they were all expelled from the Haotian Palace under an invisible force.

In the chaotic fog of thirty-three days, some deities did not leave directly, but gathered together in twos and threes. They looked a little unwilling to look at the rejected daoists until the gate was completely closed. Then it became gloomy.

"Everyone, the holy throne has been divided, except for the disciples of Dao Ancestor, there is no share for us!"

"Yeah, I have already explored it just now, and none of Daozu's disciples have come out. Obviously, Daozu will explain to them how to become holy!"

"Slow step, slow step, lost the opportunity to sit in the front row, we even lost the holy position!"

"This is not necessarily true. Don’t forget, the disciples of the Taoist ancestors will be taught the method to prove the Tao. If these three people succeed in cultivation in the future, they may not be able to see the position of the saint. If this saint is vacant , We still have a chance!"

"Oh, let's go, let's discuss this matter in Daocheng City of Enlightenment, but I don't know how many places are there for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and who will be lucky enough to get the holy throne!?"

...

Here, the Haotian Palace preaching has ended, and a group of gods rushed towards the city of Enlightenment in twos and threes. Even if there was no chance of being holy, Dao Ancestor also talked about many great ways before. If they can fully understand and become quasi-sages, there are still many Great opportunity.

On the other side of the thirty-three days, in the Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun had just finished explaining the method of cutting the three corpses, and then closed his eyes and rested and stopped speaking.

A few days later, after the gods woke up one by one from the state of enlightenment, Hongjun spoke blankly.

"After opening the world, I will have to create a magical tool to achieve this Hongjun Dao. Under the heavenly way, I have the principle of educating sentient beings. At the end of today's preaching, I will give the holy place to those who are destined." Hongjun paused, "Under my door , There should be seven holy places!"

"Dare to ask the teacher, who can enjoy these seven holy thrones?" Donghuang Tai was slightly moved. He had long coveted the position of the superior saint for a long time, but he did not speak directly, but slammed into Kunpeng, Kunpeng with an elbow. Immediately grasping the understanding, he quickly got up and asked.

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